Page 37 of My Neighbor's Secret
“I don’t want you thinking I’m bad at this in real life.”
“I don’t. I’m sure you’re fabulous.” Charlotte bites her lip. “To be clear, you’re perfectly okay with me touching your naked dick during the show?”
“Mm hmm.” It’s all I can muster. If I say more, I’ll say too much. Sound too eager.
“Awesome. You can do the equivalent to me, too. But only on the outside, okay? I don’t want any part of you penetrating any part of me,on-camera. I’m not ready to become a full-fledged porn star here. Baby steps, okay?Outside only.”
We’ve already talked about her “no penetration” rule, which I fully respect, so I don’t know why she’s—
Wait.
She doesn’t want me penetrating her . . .on-camera? Did I imagine the emphasis Charlotte put on that qualifier? Does that mean she’d be okay with parts of me penetrating parts of her . . .off-camera, or am I reading into her wording?
I clear my throat. “I’ve got no aspirations of becoming a full-fledged porn star, myself. I think penis puppetry is going to be the full extent of my porn career.”
“I’m so glad we’re talking about this in advance. Things could get spicy in the moment, and one thing might lead to another, and I don’t want either of us to have to throw on the brakes during the actual show and ruin the sexy, fun vibe for our audience.”
One thing might lead to another? How? In what way? We’ve got our plot. One I’m planning to follow, meticulously. IfCharlottechooses to do something, off-plan, I’ll be more than happy to follow her lead and veer off-plan, too; but I’m not the one who’s going to be leading that charge. And I’m certainly not the one who’ll want to throw on any brakes, either, if things happen to get surprisingly spicy.
“Okie dokie,” I choke out.
“Great. Let’s do the enticement video first.” Charlotte hands me one of the Lone Ranger masks we picked up today, and we both slip them on. When I do my solo shows, I wear masks that cover my entire face. But Charlotte thinks the audience will like being able to see at least parts of our facial expressions during the show, so we’re giving these less intrusive Lone Ranger masks a whirl.
“Ready?” Charlotte purrs.
“Ready.”
I grab my nearby laptop and log into my account, and then press the button to start a video on a timer. After the seconds wind down and the red light goes on, we welcome whoevermight be watching, whether now or later, and do our best to entice them to subscribe. When that’s done, I turn off the camera and give Charlotte a high-five.
We wait ten minutes to allow for new subscriptions, and then, without further ado, Charlotte says, “Showtime, baby.” Without a lick of hesitation, she removes her bra and flings it across my bedroom. And, suddenly, I’m lying on my bed, mere inches from Charlotte McDougal’s glorious, naked tits.
“Wow,” I breathe. Shit. I didn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Thank you. Underwear off on the count of three.” She counts down, and we simultaneously rip our bottoms off. And that’s it. I’m now lying naked and hard with Charlotte, mere inches away from her.
Charlotte looks down at my straining, naked dick. “Now,that’swhat I call a moneymaker.”
I blush. “I’d say the same about you. All of you, though. You’re drop-dead gorgeous, Charlotte.” I’m physically quaking with adrenaline and arousal. It’s insanely erotic to lie naked with a woman I’m deeply attracted to, one I’m dying to fuck, touch, and taste, while knowing I’m not, in fact, going to have sex with her. Maybe that’s the very thing—the forbidden fruit aspect of it all—that’s turning me on the most. Or maybe it’s simply the fact that this woman is the hottest woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to be naked with in my life. Add to that, she knows my most shameful secret, and I know hers, so there’s nothing for either of us to hide, literally or figuratively. It’s freeing, honestly, to be this completely myself with someone, especially when she’s this fucking hot.
“Give it your all,” Charlotte whispers, as our timer ticks down again. “Really go for it.”
“I’ll do my best.”
The red light goes on, and we start with some brief opening remarks. We explain “The Lion King” musical thing. And warnthem we’ve never done this before, so it could totally go off the rails. Charlotte says, “But that’s half the fun, right? Not knowing if Superhero Salami Slinger will make it to our planned happily ever after or lose his load prematurely because he can’t hang on. I guess we’re about to find out.”
And off we go.
Charlotte kicks things off with a brief opening narration—a spiel about a lonely prince who lives in a kingdom far, far away. While Charlotte talks, she dresses my cock in the little purple cloak and feathered cap she made for it. But since we only talked about her doing this beforehand, and didn’t actually rehearse it, the actual doing of it cracks her up.Hard. Her laughter is so infectious, in fact, I’m soon laughing, too.
“Sorry, guys,” I say to the camera. “Like she said, this is our first time. We’re obviously not pros here.” When I pull myself together, I take over the narration, as planned. I talk about the lonely prince’s daily walks in the nearby meadow, during which he contemplates his eternal loneliness and horniness. As I talk, I sprinkle little paper flowers onto the meadow—Charlotte’s naked belly—and she giggles seductively as the flowers fall on her.
My stage set, I get onto my knees in order to drag the prince across the meadow for his daily walk. But as I bend down to drag my shaft across her, the prince’s hat falls off, which makes Charlotte giggle again. Charlotte replaces the hat, and when she does it, her fingertip brushes across my tip.
I shudder at her touch, and her face noticeably lights up. Tentatively, she removes the hat and brushes her fingertip across my tip again. Only this time, her fingertip comes back slick with pre-cum.
“Oooh,” she purrs. “The lonely prince is searching so vigorously for his princess, he’s starting tosweat.” She slides herfingertip into her mouth and sucks my pre-cum away.And that’s it.I can’t even remember the rest of whatever it is we’ve planned.
With blazing green eyes, Charlotte grips my hard shaft. “The prince is standing tall,” she purrs. “In order to peek over a fence at a fair maiden on the other side of the meadow. He’s captivated by her. Mesmerized. One look, and he knows she’s the one for him.”
